After my
tall cat was safely back (and acted like nothing happened) I realized that my
thumb was twice the size it normally is and I had a red stripe moving from my
wrist up my arm. My friend who lent me the cage and apparently is much wiser
than I when it comes to cat wounds, told me to go straight to the hospital. And
this time I decided to listen to her. Normally I don’t go running to the doctor
unless absolutely necessary.
At the ER
they took it much more seriously than I did. I was rushed in there, they applied
iodine, gave me an antibiotics drip, a shot to numb the thumb (rhymes!), took a
biopsy, gave me a plaster and I don’t know what. I guess I was in a bit of a
shock and complained over the fuss they were making.
Then a really
authoritative doctor came into the room and said “it’s voluntary to be here,
you can leave at any time, but you should know you could lose your hand”. Oops.
I then decided it was a good time to shut up. It is seldom that happens!
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